Summer, is that you?

Because it was a bajillion degrees in San Diego on Monday any kind of post-work cardio was completely out the question (I love me some excuses). Instead, we welcomed the summer weather with open arms and a plate full of caprese/rosemary toast for an early evening snack. This, to me, is a quintessential summer snack and as such we enjoyed it outside with bounteous amounts of olive oil and balsamic vinegar.

{best snack ever}

{aftermath}

Weekend.

We Chilled.

I/we caught up on my/our chill time this weekend. We walked along the harbor, had a Saturday afternoon picnic, enjoyed some homemade pizza (incuding homemade dough that's quickly becoming a weekly dinner fallback) and I whipped up some Easter coffee cake.* Any and all gaps between those activities were filled with reading outside.

{sailboat in the harbor}

{some very fitting middle sister - rebel red wine. thanks family}

{the bees have been busy with our baby  lemon tree}

{we have a house guest this week. her name is Coco. like Chanel.}

{our romaine garden is in abundance}

*You may have noticed that I take a lot of photos of food yet don't take photos us actually making food. Our kitchen has some natural light, but not much and certainly no evening light (the hour at which almost all baking urges overtake me); this isn't helped by the fact that our whole kitchen is covered in pink tile. We don't mind the pink tile, it totally works with our old house but it doesn't translate well via camera. I try to take pictures of some successful recipes step-by-step and they always end up looking like a serial killer's kitchen, and no amount of editing can make our kitchen look less frightening. Seriously, even if it is the most innocent and cheerful activity, as soon as a picture it taken it looks like SAW IV. Sorry, guys.

time flies.

I'm 25 today, people. Wowzers.

{flickr}

vices.

I love sweets. Don't judge me if my party food is 89% dessert.

{smitten kitchen - why do you taunt me so?}

Everybody have a fabulous weekend.

Confessions

Have you ever asked yourself what you would eat if you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life? Possibly surprising, or perhaps not surpsing at all (to those who really know me) I would absolutely, no contest, don't-even-have-to-think-about-it, eat PB and J* for the rest of my life.

Blammo.

{source here}

*Chunky peanut butter is a must.

Donut

This is exactly the kind of dessert table I'm talking about. Seriously.

{via 100LC}

Sugar: I (heart) you.

I've decided to do something a little risky this week: I have given up sweets. I know what you're thinking, how could I do it? It has been rough and I'd be lying if I said there haven't been tears...and a few slip ups. But I shan't be deterred from my goal of marginally giving up sweets for seven whole days. Instead, I am feasting my eyes on that which I covet (all of which I plan to bake when this godforsaken week is over).

Wish me luck.

{thank you, smitten kitchen, for reminding me of what I cannot have. much obliged.}